The bankruptcy crisis is just a play of the rich...
Wen Zichuan was not surprised by this result, but it came a little faster than he expected.
When Di Er Sheng invited him to participate in the Voice Actor Festival, he agreed very readily, hoping to become familiar to the public through the collaboration. At least after Yaya Yiyu went bankrupt, he could find a better next employer based on the fate of having performed on the same stage with them, and continue to work hard in the industry.
Mu Qi smoothed his hair, his expression cold. "The studio isn't doing well, you can all see it. Don't be fooled by the fact that Quan Kidd is chatting and laughing with you all on weekdays. In fact, a lot of money is embezzled. He's spending money on wine and women outside, and when he doesn't have enough money, he catches you and deducts it. Now, you don't have to be so respectful to him as a boss. I'm suing him. He's guilty of financial embezzlement, and he's going to get at least ten or eight years in prison."
Quan Kidd is Quan Zong, the boss of Yaya Yiyu Studio.
Wen Zichuan was a little surprised: "You and he are not..."
Mu Qi laughed dryly. "We're just boyfriend and girlfriend, and we haven't gotten married yet. We've been dating for four or five years, but he refuses to talk about marriage. He's simply afraid that I'll be thinking about him, not just him, but his father as well."
While Yaya Yiyu is a small-scale dubbing studio, Quan Kidd himself is a prominent figure among the wealthy second-generation dandies of Dengyuan. He is the only son of Quan Xingteng, the CEO of Quanlan Real Estate, and he chose to start his own business instead of inheriting the family business.
In 2016, the audio market was just beginning to take off, and he keenly sensed the opportunity. But even those who thrive in this market don't always succeed. He was too young and overconfident, lacking a grasp of the mechanics of business operations and too embarrassed to maintain partnerships. He simply relied on his family's wealth, signed a few people, and let things slide.
"Real estate has been booming in recent years," Wen Zichuan said, recalling the high-rise buildings being demolished and rebuilt in Dengyuan, as well as the city's housing prices that are so high that one can't even consider buying a house. "Won't Mr. Quan give him a hand?"
"Like father, like son. He's withholding money from you, but doesn't the old Quan Zong withhold money from him? The more prosperous the real estate market is, the more Quan Lan is building houses and villas everywhere. All the money is tied up in it, so naturally there's not much left for him to squander."
"You're pretty ruthless. Finance is suing the boss, and they're sure to win." Wen Zichuan couldn't understand the troubles of these wealthy people. He only cared about getting his money back. But after working together for two years, he didn't want to be so direct, so he asked first, "What about you? What are your plans for the future?"
Mu Qi was silent for a moment and didn't answer. She took out a thick envelope from her handbag and handed it to him: "The money you earned from your two collaborations with Di Er Sheng, plus your salary so far this year, is all here."
Although the money was what he deserved, it also meant that this was the last he could get from Yaya Yiyu. The future was long and he had to walk the road ahead on his own.
"I thought I wouldn't be able to get it." Wen Zichuan took the envelope, which seemed unreal. "Thank you."
"Not much. The cost of a whole meal of drinks at Kidd is more than this." Mu Qi raised the corner of his lips.
The words were heartbreaking, and her expression seemed to indicate that she said them on purpose.
"I won't be eating. You guys enjoy your meal. I'm leaving first." Wen Zichuan put away the envelope and left the private restaurant.
When I returned to my residence, it was already dark.
He packed a lunch box downstairs, returned to his room, and ate while browsing his phone.
The May Day holiday is one of the busiest times for well-known colleagues in the industry. They finished their performance at the Voice Actor Festival yesterday and flew to various places to participate in comic exhibitions this morning. They did not delay their work and did not delay their money.
To say that I'm not envious at all is hypocritical.
Wen Zichuan had fantasized more than once that his works would be liked by many people, that he would be able to stand on the stage and shine, that he would have endless work and make endless money, and then he would buy a big house in Dengyuan and bring his mother from his hometown to live with him.
After finishing his lunch in no time, he took out the money Mu Qi had given him and counted it carefully. It was a thick stack of 30,000 yuan, of which half a year's basic salary was about 18,000 yuan, and the rest was the cost of the second settlement - he was dubbing a mobile game character and participating in a voice actor festival performance.
The more he counted, the more upset he felt. The second one was really a wealthy family. The salary he earned from working hard for two or three months was not even enough to cover the appearance fee they gave him for one event.
Fortunately, I got the money and was able to return the extra money that Officer Shen gave me.
Wen Zichuan opened WeChat, and the silly Shiba Inu avatar was drowned in the messy chat messages, making it look particularly innocent and cute. But when he thought of the person behind it, he couldn't be happy.
How could there be such a bad-mouthed person in the world who only said the most unpleasant things? If things hadn't been so awkward before he left, he could have transferred the extra money given by Officer Shen and the money for the medicine to him, and asked him to pay it back on his behalf, and the matter would have been settled.
Thirty thousand yuan.
Wen Zichuan did the math. With Yaya Yiyu closed down, he could only stay here until the end of May at best. If he couldn't find a new job within a month, he'd have to set aside at least 15,000 or 16,000 yuan for a deposit and three-tenths of the rent. The rest would be for living expenses; if he saved a little, he should be able to get by for a while.
He was scrolling through the pages to see if there was a suitable house when footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. He subconsciously gathered up the money and stuffed it into the drawer along with the envelope.
Lu Dao stumbled into the living room with slow steps, and accidentally fell on the coffee table, knocking over the water cup with a "clang". He was muttering something, but no one knew what he was saying.
When Wen Zichuan walked out of the room, he immediately smelled a disgusting smell of alcohol. The broken porcelain pieces on the floor could easily hurt people, so he had no choice but to sweep them up and dragged Lu Dao into the room by the collar.
"It's you, Wen Zichuan."
Lu Dao narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand to hit him in the face. He turned his head to avoid it and threw the man onto the bench.
Yaya Yiyu unfortunately closed down, and this guy must be genuinely sad. His brain doesn't work very well when he's sober, and it's even worse when he's drunk.
Wen Zichuan didn't want to argue with the drunk man, so he planned to get some water and a trash can, letting him drink or vomit as he pleased.
"Stop!" Lu Dao shouted viciously.
"Stop being crazy." Wen Zichuan didn't stop.
"I'm not drunk...! I'm not drunk... Come back here!" Lu Dao's face flushed and his neck thickened as he shouted, "You... You've already hooked up with Er Sheng, why are you still pretending?"
"What do you mean?" This sentence made no sense and Wen Zichuan didn't understand.
"You, and that woman." Lu Dao lowered his chin and rolled his eyes at him. "The whispers have stopped... It was all you and that woman Mu Qi who were behind this! You... you guys colluded with the Second Sound and are going to kill the Quan Zong!"
"..." Wen Zichuan said in a cold tone, "You can't even speak clearly, and you still want to spread rumors about me. Is that fun?"
"Isn't it? I saw it all. That woman left in Boss Jin's car!"
"What does that have to do with me?"
"She said the studio went bankrupt and couldn't pay out, so she used this meal as a substitute... But Wen Zichuan, why aren't you here? You participated in the Voice Actor Festival, so you have money, right?"
"I don't have any money."
"Bullshit! Half of your appearance fee goes to the studio, and the studio owes us money! That woman refused to pay, so I had no choice but to ask you for it on everyone else's behalf...!"
It turns out there was an ambush here.
Usually I think he has been brainwashed too much by the brotherhood of the All-China Federation of Trade Unions. He sympathizes with the capitalists and doesn't understand that he is just an employee. But when the day comes when his own interests are involved, his mind is as clear as a mirror.
Suddenly, Lu Dao seemed to have discovered something. He stood up with a "thump" and crawled towards the table opposite.
When Wen Zichuan turned around and saw it, it was too late. He had just stuffed the money into the drawer and didn't notice that there was a corner left. Lu Dao had also been struggling on the poverty line for several months. Seeing the cash was as exciting as a starving person seeing raw meat.
"Lu Dao——!"
“Fuck you, so much money… so much money…!”
Lu Dao opened the drawer and pulled out a handful of hundred-dollar bills. Wen Zichuan rushed over to stop him, but he punched him in the stomach!
Wen Zichuan dodged almost instinctively, while Lu Dao held the stack of banknotes high up, looking as fierce as if saying, "If you dare to come over, I will tear them all into pieces."
"And you said you weren't hooking up! How come you were the only one who got the money and none of us got any?!"
There is no voice actor who doesn't take care of his or her voice, but Lu Dao was screaming so hard, as if he wanted to shout out all the resentment he had accumulated over the years. In a while, his voice would be hoarse.
"Give it back to me." Wen Zichuan stretched out his hand.
His restraint and calmness were the result of years of cultivation, but at this moment, they became the catalyst for Lu Dao's emotions.
As a voice actor in the same studio, Wen Zichuan was frequently chosen by clients and became the studio's pillar during the most difficult times. But people are like that; they would rather not have Wen Zichuan, a crane standing out among the chickens, than to appear mediocre and inferior in comparison.
"Give it back to you! Give it back to you! I'll fucking give it back to you!!" Lu Dao threw handfuls of money into the air like a madman. When it fell back down, he stepped on it with all his strength. Finally, he fell at the head of the bed, buried his face in the quilt, laughing wildly and howling, "Haha, hahahaha... Wuuu, wuuu... wuuu..."
Wen Zichuan stood where he was, looking at everything in front of him, clenching his fists tightly.
But the punch didn't land on Lu Dao in the end. He tried to comfort himself that he was going to move out and be free. He wouldn't share a house with anyone anymore, and he wouldn't have to deal with anyone's habits and temper anymore.
Not long after, heavy snoring sounds were heard from the iron bed. Wen Zichuan swallowed all his grievances and sadness, squatted on the ground, and picked up his money one by one.
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